Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.